The space that was…………………………………………………… Talking of the space…… Well The doors, the one with Morrison, wont do ! This space feels spacious, airy, the walls of my life, the window, the sunlight which has gone greenish and I can swear I m nt breathing. Hello ? Are u there ? There is abundant green outside of the kind that is pleasing, bt it seems too distant to be talked of right now. I can hear some echo, or did I imagine it. She wsnt supposed to be here right. This was my spot, my world. Has she ever been here? Or was it something …. I created. The though is chilling, thrilling……. So alive…… Yessss, I am back, I am not breathing, my heart not beating and yet so alive………. I think I will take a stroll, yes a stroll wud be nice. Living among the undead…… A whiff of air, silvery whiff of air, it cud be ice, it cud have been a dying star, it cud have been all the love I still hold onto this rotten life, it cud have been her, brushes my shoulder. I twitch, snort, look around feverishly, for….. nothing. What is there in the world? Drudgery? Gloom? Doom? What rhetoricals ! BAH! Its colorless there ? Ahh, Yes its colorless and dead, very dead. And here…..

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The space that was……………………………………………………

Talking of the space……

Well The doors, the one with Morrison, wont do !

This space feels spacious, airy, the walls of my life, the window, the sunlight which has gone greenish and I can swear I m nt breathing.Hello ?

Are u there ?There is abundant green outside of the kind that is pleasing, bt it seems too distant to be talked of right now.I can hear some echo, or did I imagine it.

She wsnt supposed to be here right. This was my spot, my world. Has she ever been here?Or was it something …. I created. The though is chilling, thrilling…….So alive……Yessss, I am back, I am not breathing, my heart not beating and yet so alive……….

I think I will take a stroll, yes a stroll wud be nice.

Living among the undead……A whiff of air, silvery whiff of air, it cud be ice, it cud have been a dying star, it cud have been all the love I still hold onto this rotten life, it cud have been her, brushes my shoulder.I twitch, snort, look around feverishly, for….. nothing. What is there in the world?Drudgery? Gloom?Doom?What rhetoricals ! BAH!Its colorless there ? Ahh, Yes its colorless and dead, very dead.And here…..Alive so Alive…….Enough talk!

I cud have been on a camel, walking in the cool desert, a travellerof the normal sorts, there wud be a crescent moon too, and everything wud be blue.But then what am I here ?A monster?A dead man walking ?

Roland Deschain?HAHAHA!!! The fantasies I hold for myself. I cud have been all of these, It wud have been gratifying.

I am just IT.

And I am alive, don’t u forget.

Hush! I will explain later, There is something I must do.Shud I see it?Yes I need to see it.I lick my lips with delight!I start walking, no gliding, I feel like the wind.And I roar, I am a hurricane and I am finally going to see it.My masterpiece. My lifes obscenity, profanity and revelry I have most freely been alive in.Its big, its powerful, magnificent. I was a child playing in tall sunflower fields with wings for arms.Was it really me? Its all blurred. Withered.

ssshh my baby!!!!Come to Mama!!!(Quiet down u!!!!)(Who?)Is it really ‘her’!Yes I can feel it…..Where were you?Something rumbles…..from all around…..(I was always here,with u, u chose not to see me )But I have missed u……And it stares, like it always has, huge, unfathomable, unrelenting, silent, scary.And why would it not be.I created it.Brick by brick, layer by layer.

My salvation, my solace.

My precious wall!!

Hello is there anybody in there ?I scream….. I almost smile content with the silence…..